Seattle weather forecast for tomorrow

Hi all. My six year old is home for the summer and we thought it would be a cool activity to learn about the 50 states. Rather than Google searches and travel guides, we want to know what the residents of each state have to say about where they live. Tell us about anything about your state that you think we might find interesting. Culture, people, history, geography, weather, geology, sports, fun things to do in your state, pop culture, personal experiences, and anything in between. Please feel free to post links and pics.
We're from Richmond, Virginia, and if you have any questions for us, we'd love to answer. Thanks for your time, y'all.

I’m starting my ID position tomorrow and I’m taking over managing company LMS and creating learning content. I already see that at the monent it is not thought through at all and lacks a roadmap or some sort of agreements to maintain uniform style/standards throughout the LMS and courses.
What topics need agreements/rules/suggestions never to be forgotten? What would you write in such roadmap? What is covered in your roadmaps? Any examples available online?
The roadmap would be a tool for me (my position), to keep the LMS-s content uniform.
Thank You!

I know it is asking a lot and, as gamers, we are eating very well right now (new street fighter, new diablo, new Zelda, a new spiderman on the horizon, and Mortal Kombat just a few months away) but I think it would be a true power.move to show the gameplay footage and also announce the start of the stress test invites. In any case, I am pumped for tomorrow and I hope it is everything we hoped it would be and more.

title pretty much says it all-
we have a patient at work who calls every single day to ask if his oxycodone is back in stock. this has been going on for probably 2-3 weeks since we ran into the shortage of all opioids and i’m just wondering if there’s any way we could politely tell him to not…?
we’ve told him we don’t know when we’re going to get it and he just says ‘okay, i’ll just call you guys tomorrow’ 💀 i do not mind telling him we’re out since it’s the truth and he takes it well, but it’s been every day after lunch for almost 3 weeks.

Weather Hills Watchman

• Sphere: Leadership
• Type: Ally
• Cost: 2
• Willpower: 1
• Attack: 1
• Defense: 0
• Health: 2
• Traits: Dúnedain.

Response: After Weather Hills Watchman enters play, search the top 5 cards of your deck for a Signal card and add it to your hand. Shuffle the other cards back into your deck.
The Lost Realm #3

Realistically, what kind of hope is there? I've been such a weirdo outcast my whole life. In the end, people want things that benefit them.
I've already talked about my feelings with a few people (online), and I hate just going back to the same people over and over. I know how hurtful and painful it is to hear other people's wishes just to die and have things over with, and now I am the person laying this heavy stuff on other people. And I don't want to be.
I feel bad about expressing this stuff to other people. And considering I have like zero social network, that must mean there's something wrong with me, right? Like, how can you live in the same city for your whole life and not know a single person to talk to?
I just can't find any strength to push myself further. I guess I was just going through the motions to finish off my obligations to my deceased mom. And now that's over.
I can't find any enjoyment or relief in the old things that used to provide at least a bit of escape.
I just want my life to be over.

Hey everyone, I’m looking to possibly upgrade my current bike (blue 5.5cx or something) that I got a few years ago that helped me get into riding and just had a question or two.
I can’t find too much information on this bike and was hoping to find someone that has ridden it for some feed back. I currently ride about 75-100 miles a week depending on weathefree time and my bike is from 2005 and well taken care of but it’s starting to show it’s age. Would a lightly used defy be a good upgrade that’ll last me another 10ish years?
I honestly don’t know much about road bikes either so any tips or suggestions are greatly appreciated, thanks!

Hello all! Have another batch of items to offer up for sale this week. As before, Livefreeordie20 has kindly agreed to serve as MM while I build feedback should it be desired. I will be off and on with communication for the next few hours but I will be sure to answer any messages as soon as I get a chance to check my phone. Thanks for your patience!
Each item in this post (except the junk silver) has been sigma verified. Pics can be provided upon request.
Offers with comps may be considered; may also be open to trades…just shoot me a message detailing what you are interested in trading for what. But be aware that I will probably accept a cash purchase if it is offered before a trade is successfully agreed upon.
Items in the listing in the order they appear in the PROOF:
THIS WEEK’S SPECIAL: Buy the junk silver lot and get free shipping on anything else you buy from this listing (except the gold coin)!
Junk Silver lot of $7fv of Washington quarters for $160 shipped (just under $23x)
OTHER STUFF:
$70. 1x 2oz Intaglio Mint Loch Ness Monster (2021)
$35. Peanuts Charlie Brown round in TEP
$34ea. 3x 2017 Kookaburras
$37ea. 5x 2010 $10 1oz “Norfed” rounds (toned to various extents; see pics)
$30ea. 4x Patriotic rounds (wall, Covid shield, 45th President, 2017 NRA available)
$32ea. 2x Augustus Caesar rounds (some toning; ships in flips, not capsules)
$32. 2015 Tokelau Year of the Goat 1oz
GOLD
$2,060obo. 1998 1oz AGE. Insurance and shipping method tbd at purchase. Zelle only and no trades for this coin.
Payments by Zelle; or, if absolutely necessary, Venmo
Shipping: $5 for up to 5 oz via USPS FC bubble mailer $10 for 6+oz in a sfrb. Items purchased by 6:30 PM CT will be taken to the PO tomorrow.
As many other sellers on here also state, I will tape and wrap both the packages and contents very carefully. And I will physically hand the package to a worker at the PO, but my responsibility for the package will then transition USPS. (Of course, should something happen, I will do my best to assist in any way I can.)

Not sure if it's been pointed out before, but it's a happy coincidence that ΔΡΣ = DRS (Delta Rho Sigma)
And a reminder for the FUD that will definitely be coming before MOASS tomorrow: you can't have a Short Squeeze without illegal activity (naked shorts). DRS may be the catalyst, but is not the cause.
Fuck you, pay me

The hill appeared deserted. Sonurupākä was not sure if he should find the worrying, or a positive indication that the disruption caused by their hordes has gone relatively unnoticed.
His wife and the Great Mothers of his clan had done it. They had united the clans of Konuthomu behind a single purpose. Behind a single man. Behind him. More than that, his mission east had been a success—they think. This hill is where they are supposed to meet. Is it possible the people of Kamābarha have betrayed their trust.
He stews on this risk as the column advances up the hill. They travel in twos—one with a spear, one with a bow—each carrying a simple cloth rucksack with arrows and food.
Ahead he sees a face emerge from the undergrowth—he draws his bow and knocks the arrow he’d had at his belt, and then noticed the lack of feathers and painted pictographs. In Rhadämā he calls, “Hail good son, I hope your wait has been short and fruitful.”
Despite the initial shock of a bow in his face, the Kamābarha scout recovers admirably, “Aye, we just arrived then finished the midday meal. Come, I shall take you to our Outer-Chief.”
The featherless man, young and lithe with hungry eyes and handsome visage, leads the column up the hill. As they round the crest, a crowd emerged seated in its meadowy crest.
It’s a good crowd, with bows and spears much the same as theirs. The leader stands dressed in a blue and red cape and central skirt. Ōdjobanama, son of the great clan mother of Kamābarha, greets him heartily, “The spirits are good bringing us together so swiftly. Please, sit, share my plate.” He guides Sonurupākä over to a small circle of richly dressed men. Before them sit plates with zizania, fried tuber, and rabbit. Sitting, the two leaders eat and talk, planning for the assaults.
There are three main settlements of this particular band of Yelithātsan, surrounded by managed forest and meadowland for grazing and their meagre farms imitating civilization. The attack is to begin after the fall of night, when the savages are hopefully in their cups—even barbarians keep to the holy day. They honour Him in another way: he saves us all from destruction, so we shall save ourselves from pilfering. Splitting the horde into two equal groups, one under each Outer-Chief’s command, they shall approach the main village together. Once cleared, they will move on to the subsequent two. Messy business, but necessary.
The Outer-Chiefs toast their plans with small cups of cranberry wine, and lay down for a rest. The night shall be long and tiring.
The flickering torchlight paints their faces ghostly as they stand, ringing the village.
It is a quaint, wooden affair with thatch roofs and small-halls. Larger barns surround the village in the pasture land. Those shan’t be touched, the bison’s their reward, after all.
Half a dozen scouts creep into the village, the sounds of caroling have ceased—the festivities are at an end. It has been a dry month, more so than usual, and the homes take fire easily. First the thatch but then the thinner planks and wattle used. The scours quickly retreat to the village surroundings and take up their spears or bows, posted beside arrows stuck-standing in the dry earth.
The first shouts are ones of terror—the smell of smoke and unwelcome light rousing the unknowing sleepers within.
“Water, water,” the cries ring out as the people scramble to put out the fires.
The first to show themselves are the young mothers, easily roused and quickly killed as arrows fly. The village is surrounded, there is nowhere to flee.
Cries of terror and “attack” begin to accompany those for water. Somewhere some babes begin to bawl.
Sonurupākä steadies his face and fired arrows, piercing the throat of a young boy, newly-feathered, who took up a spear in his house’s defence.
“Savagery is a blight upon the land. An ordered paddy requires weeding. Allow for rot and you ruin the store.”
Repeating platitudes under his breath, he fires again and again into the crowds. Still, his stomach rolls. It is his duty, nothing more. He was trusted to do this. It is an honour.
One of his men pierces a woman with a babe, the two falling to the earth in a single heap. Another a wizened matriarch. A few brave fools with spears and clubs and knives make it to the perimeter, only for the spearmen of the forces of order to make quick work of them.
As the fires rage higher and all hope of putting them out is lost, and bodies begin to pile, more and more of the Yelithatsan simply throw their bodies to the ground and plea for forgiveness, for grace, for god.
The harder challenge is raised by those of the farmhouses and barns attacking from the dark. A few clever Yelithatsan loose arrows from the forests, downing some of the forces of civilization, but they too are overwhelmed.
With the resistance broken, it’s easy work to go through the wreckage, slicing the throats of those wounded but struggling long—offering a little prayer and making them an offering in thanks for protection in the battle.
The main task, however, is slicing off the left ears off the defeated—both living and dead. By taking the Kemihatsārä of the defeated, they are robbed of status and power. Women, youths, and weaker men are left alive—if they don’t get infected from their wound—and are to be taken back as farm labour. Their feathers of parrot and pigeon shall adorn the cloaks of the victors.
Those who are too wilful receive a simpler fate: a knife makes quick work of resistance.
Binding the prisoners and leaving some men to guard them, the troupes split up and continue their assault.
Some 800 lie dead as midday sets in, but thousands of bison and many urns of wine have been seized. The victors take turns sleeping as others burn the dead—Proper pyres with prayers for the honoured dead, the defeated built in with the kindling.
The divvying up of the rewards is simple enough: Konuthomu’s rewards belong to the clan mothers—they shall decide the division upon their return (or, realistically, already have), and Ōdjobanama’s requests seemed fair.
They shall rest and feast here tonight, amongst the ruins of the village. In the morning, the captives will be loaded with goods and brought to their new lives as landless labour: servants of new clans. Before the funeral pyres, Sonurupākä completes a ritual. This is perhaps aggressive, inventing something new, but it seems necessary. Casting the ears into the fire, he grants the Kemihatsārä of the defeated to the victorious soldiers. Feathers of parrot and pigeon are added to cloaks: trophies of victory. Those who distinguished themselves most admirably receive more, with multiple feathers marking their prestige.
The duNothudo, of DjamäThanä at least, had told him to treat the victors as heroes. He prays this is what they meant. But the men had begun to add the feathers to their own cloaks—and that anarchy could be tolerated.
The smell of burnt flesh accompanies the feast, dozens of bison roast over raging fires and hearty stews of rice and tuber grace the tables. Glory tastes excellent.
The welcome back in Konuthomu was incredible. A small, congratulatory feast was thrown upon their return, and Sonurupākä was granted a full row of clan-feathers from each of the six clans: extending his cape beneath his tail-bone.
The division of the resources was decided upon, with 144 bison set aside for the Autumnal Equinox. Invitations were sent out far and wide for all villages within six days of canoeing to come, pay homage to the Great Mothers of Konuthomu, take part in the bounty and generosity of the Mothers, and arrange for their commitments to the granaries of Konuthomu. The Potters’ Quarter, a dense maze of small, two-story houses, kilns, and workshops below the Themilanan split between DjamäThanä in the East and NāpäkoduThonu in the West was abuzz.
1728 bowls of celadon.
That is what Senisedjarha had called for, and that is what Sonurupākä must deliver. The Nōlukomuko, DjamäThanä’s portion of the recent prisoners, were put to work quarrying the feldspar needed to make the glaze, and the workshops of the Potters’ Quarter seemed lit and full both night and day. Overview of the Quarter is not chiefly Sonurupākä’s duty, but the fruit harvests are in the hands of Nolunaman and Sonurupākä is not needed beyond the city.
Perhaps soon, if messengers come back reporting on the peasants who refuse to pay homage to the Great Mothers, he’ll be needed beyond the Themilanan. But for now, he can dedicate himself to artistry and allow the glaze to clear his mind.
They’d needed to remind a few families of their position—and what they owe to the Great Mothers of Konuthomu. But the Autumnal Equinox proved to be the greatest event Konuthomu had ever known. In the meadows just beyond the fields, dozens of long tables were set up. Seventy-two fire pits were dug, each to roast two of the 144 bison for the feast. Tsukõdju had never witnessed such a feast.
The evening ends with declarations by the duNothudo: Nāpäkodu Peritēki-Demisenikonu is named Outer-Chief—it makes sense, his time is up and he has served his duty well.
But the duNothudo do not stop there. “As is plain to all, the world grows more dangerous, more complex. We need a strong hand to enact our wisdom, and to protect us. Nāpäkodu Peritēki-Demisenikonu shall be our spear: the protector of Konuthomu. But what good is a spear without a kiln and field to protect? We thus name Djamä Sonurupākä-Pēzjeceni Inner-Chief.”
A murmur rises. So his task is not done.
The weather has cooled and the harvest has been completed. He has had a busy few months. But as he has settled into his new role and finished the duties with the harvest, he has had time to think.
It’s night now, the air is cold. He woke from bed and is wearing only a woolen poncho, traded for from the Yeli. He walks in the courtyard garden in the Rhadämā style house he built—indisputably the greatest in the Themilanan, positioned on a flat mound extending above the Potters’ District.
He woke up from a recurring nightmare: he’s back in that flaming village, he looses an arrow at a figure running at him through the flames. He goes to see who it was, and finds Senisedjarha holding their newborn daughter.
At that moment he always wakes up. One of the serving girls on duty brings him his pipe, packed with tobacco, and a cup of strong maple wine. He sits on a rock, moonlight filtering through the leafy canopy above him.
A man must do his duty, for that is what makes a path.
Another drink and he’ll return to bed and take his wife in his arms.
Another drink and he’ll be able to sleep.

I've recently qualified sa interview and have been asked to proceed to select a scheduled date for the interview. However, wala nang available slots for the month of June, and the next earliest one would be on the 4th of July.
My question would be, ganun ba talaga sa Athena na nagkakaubusan ng slot? Or maybe this is just a site issue and I should probably wait until tomorrow and see if there would be vacancies?
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Replies would be much appreciated. Salamat

So I’ve always had very thick long hair that’s gone down my back but I physically can’t handle it anymore and I’m thinking of cutting it all off. Growing up I would always be in pain when getting it brushed and styled and would be left with terrible headaches for days because of the pain. My mother has a different hair type than me so she didn’t know how to do my hair so my grandma would always do it. Around 3 years ago she decided to texturise it to make it more manageable but didn’t make a change in my opinion as I would still be in pain and around a year ago my mother decided to relax it which still didn’t seem to work. I’ve always hated having hair in general because of this. I planned on cutting it all off ages ago but i was always told I wouldn’t be pretty anymore but it’s gotten to a point where I don’t care what anyone else thinks i physically can’t go through this pain and stress anymore. I’m planning on getting it all chopped off tomorrow (hopefully!) is there anything I should know

Hi all, 'm a woman (32y) who is dating a guy 30(M) since past 1 year. I'm also a single mom and I have met this guy via a dating app. He was really nice, caring, romantic and thoughtful until 2 months back. We both have really hectic schedules but still use to talk everyday or atleast text if the day was really crazy. But now he hardly texts me. He never calls me even on the days I feel really low. Even his texts have become very dry if contact him first.
He has somewhere stopped checking on me, never wishes me on my milestones. It has been 2 months since we met last. Last to last week we were supposed to meet up on weekend but he completely forgot about our date. That entire week he didn't text me Or reply to me. Only on weekend he was like oh shit, I had a very big project etc. I broke up with him but later he begged for another chance. I made it very clear that our scheduled dates are non negiotable and he was like yes I will make an effort blah blah.
I have recently started with a new job just near his office and so I thought it will be a good opportunity to catch up with him and he was like ok. We were supposed to meet yesterday but again he didn't came to work. And never informed me either that he is not coming today. Only when I checked on him like when are we meeting etc he informed me that he is unwell and let's meet tomorrow. I was like ok tc and let's meet tomorrow then. Today also the same thing happened, when I checked on him he told me that he was not sure that if we are meeting today and he has gym etc.
So I'm utterly confused here. I don't know whether I'm coming across as v desperate and needy in this situation when the person has clearly lost interest in me. I also suffer from severe anxiety and I'm an empath at the same time. My mental health has deteoriatated alot. I'm not understanding why is he behaving like this. Please help me with your POV 🙏

So im on around 73 pity rn and guaranteed, my acc doesnt have gepard or bailu and ive been debating weather to go for luocha or sw, do any of you have advice?

Help me please
I’m just trying to reach out for anyone’s advice on my situation. Long story short, I was a dumbass who decided drinking on the job was okay. I was fairly new to the job but I was sent to get breathalyzed today. And of course I failed, I know I’m stupid and dumb for making that decision in the first place.
I haven’t gotten fired yet but I’m 99% sure it’s coming tomorrow. Please don’t beat up on me I know I’m stupid in the first place. Kinda just need some advice on next steps, I haven’t told my parents yet either (22, M, recent college graduate). Please any advice is greatly appreciated, I’m actively applying for jobs so please be kind to me. I messed up tremendously today and can’t take it back. Please help!